Searching for beauty…
When you are so very tired of snow and ice…
Is a long and arduous task…
Here I sit. Out my cottage window is a winter wonderland of sorts…icy drapes, snuggle my evergreens. Here I sit. I long for warmth on my face…I long to walk in my beloved woods.
Yard sales…stock sales…
There are treasures everywhere you look.
Official snow count…40 inches. Farming is hard work in the best of weather, but in winter…the true love of the craft comes to light. There is no one else in this world that has my undying adoration, than my beloved.
Do you recall the warmth of the sun…
The gentle breezes…
The chirping of feathered friends?
Do you recall the sound of the water…
The bubbling brooks…
Or the swishing of the lake?
At times I am a flower…
Singularly defined…
At times I am a flower…
Serendipitously designed.
At times I am a flower…
Existing with my stem…
At times I am a flower…
